Writers Life

Outside Your Comfort Zone… (How to be Humble (AKA not cry))

Why did I decide to do golf?


Today was bad. So bad.

I joined the local ladies golf league.

They are awesome. The course and owners are awesome. Everything about it is awesome.

Except, well, me.

I can still count the number of times I’ve golfed on both hands.


And today was “team average” for our league’s team scores.

Naturally, I was hitting horribly.

But that’s kind of why I joined–as part of this year’s personal growth section in my 2019 business plan. Not to bring everyone on my team down, but to challenge myself. To be active, to get out there and socialize (running my own writing business can be a bit isolating). To learn new things. To feed my muse. To grow my brain.

And to…cry on the green?

Okay, it wasn’t quite THAT bad.

But I was close to tears when I discovered that if you knock your ball off your tee when hitting and it only goes a foot and so you put it back on the tee to try again (instead of just hitting it from where it tumbled, because apparently you can do that) it counts as THREE hits. Every green is PAR THREE on that course, and here I am still trying to get the ball off the tee box and looking at three strokes.

It reminded me how difficult and humbling it is to try something new, and to put oneself out there. How much courage it takes to keep smiling and to hold your head up. And how freaking frustrating it can be.

It also makes me adore and respect my eight-year-old son all the more.

He’s in his second year of golf, first year of baseball, and he just finished his first year of hockey.

He struggles as the newbie in all of those sports. But he is always chipper, optimistic, and a good sport.


In hockey he had the least amount of skating experience (by far) of anyone on his team, and when he started the season he couldn’t keep up with the others. Did he take shortcuts or make excuses in practice? Nope. He did his best and came off the ice proud of himself and his own growth for that day.

He went into his first game, well aware of the fact that he couldn’t skate as fast, and he went in with a strategy of how he would remain at one end of the ice to be on defense and to help protect the goalie when possible.

(Sounded good to me!)

Well, that didn’t work out the way he had expected in the game so he had to learn to skate fast.

And so he did. Right then and there.

I watched him find ways to put himself in the right place at the right time, anticipating when the puck would come his way so he could try and get there so he could help his team. He got his stick on the puck more than I thought he would and he had a great first game.

He LOVED it. Completely hooked on the sport.

He saw the growth, the fun, the contributions he could make.

So get out there, gals!

Skate as fast as you can.

Make a plan to minimize your weaknesses.

Play to your strengths.

But most of all anticipate. Put yourself in a spot where the puck will come your way and be ready for it.

And when it does, knock it as far and as hard as you can!

And if you have any golf tips, I’m all ears. 😉

To all of you out there swimming beyond your depths, hitting outside your league…hugs. You’ve got this, girl. This is how we grow. This is how we become the women we want to be.

P.S. See you out on the links next week! (Because you KNOW I’m not giving up!)

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